Candy Wizard and Travel

Walking on the street, a simple dress can't hide her beautiful face. She has a smile on her face that makes people exclaim, "Ah, it's more eye-catching than the rainbow." Who is this gray-haired beauty?

That's right, it's me!

Carrying the bread I brought back, I carefully avoided the children playing on the street, and the lively and cute smiling faces made me lose focus.

Although my lovely Irena is also very good, she still lacks the liveliness of a child. Especially since she recently started learning magic in order to become a traveler, I can only hold her and squeeze her when I teach her to practice. .

It's a bit lonely when I think about it.

Irena is only eight years old this year, but I have a hunch that she will definitely become the traveler she longs for.

I don't know if I should stop it. As a traveler, I know that under the appearance of freedom and beauty, there is often suppressed sadness.

"Let's wait until she's older."

I thought this as I couldn't bear to shatter my daughter's dreams.

I've been thinking about the past a lot lately.

As soon as my thoughts dispersed, even things from a long time ago came up in my mind. I recalled that pair of eyes that were equally clear and clean, but as deep red as wine.

"Then child...if..."

The older we get, the easier it is to regret our past immaturities and to wonder about a different future if we make other choices.

If the child was still around, Irena would have a brother she was close to, and communication with peers would always be easier.

As a traveler, I know that for intelligent individuals, there is always a barrier in the soul. It is invisible and intangible, but it exists. This is the so-called sense of distance.Even as a mother, as Irena grew, the distance between me and her grew.

I can't always know her as well as I do now.

Fortunately, I have this understanding.

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The fruitless past and empty fantasies always end with a feeling of sadness.

After returning home with bread, vegetables and sugar, before I opened the door, I heard the sound of "thump, thump, thump" going down the stairs. Naturally, such a light voice was my daughter Irena.

So I didn't take out the key and waited with a smile.

"Mother!"

The same gray-white color as mine came into view, and the little soft girl threw herself into my arms, as soft as a piece of white bread... How could I think so?She must have been infected by her husband!

I glared at my husband, who was sitting on the sofa eating, and then smiled again.

"Thank you for opening the door for me, Irena."

"Well! Mom!" My daughter looked at me with eyes that were similar to mine but tended to be blue, and said, "There is a letter from mom on the table!"

After comforting her daughter, she ran back into the house and read those magic books that she didn't like very much.

It's so cute that she's working hard towards her dream. It's not like me, who has never had such memories and just got the qualification of being a witch casually.

I walked in with a straight face, and my husband Vestia immediately came forward to take the basket, "Thank you for your hard work, dear, here is your letter."

My mood improved a lot. I took the envelope with the seal of the association and guessed which old friend it was.

"Dear Master, accept——"

The title in the first line and the beautiful cursive characters immediately made me guess the sender.

"Thank you, dear. Dinner is pan-fried steak with rosemary and egg and bacon pasta. I'll finish reading this letter first."

"Oh oh oh!"

I closed the door and unfolded the letter.

"Foreword, everything is fine recently. Master's life is also very peaceful recently, right? I am now settled in Celestilia, the address is as follows... Finally, there is one important thing I want to tell you: I have adopted a smart and lovely girl. student, well, although there are some troublesome aspects, I like him very much, and I will definitely show it to you in the future."

Ok?

I'm a little surprised that Fran has accepted a disciple. After all, she said many times when we were traveling that if I have a daughter, I must leave it to her... Is it true that I want her to teach her?

Recently, I have indeed considered finding a teacher for Irena. The world after the Witch is very vast, but I have seen too much. Now I just want to stay in this small corner. My daughter’s future guide needs to be considered in advance. Disciple They also have their own lives, please at least set aside enough time for them.

First of all, exclude Sheila, smokers should not bring bad luck to my daughter.

When Irena lays the foundation and passes the exam, she will be around thirteen or fourteen years old if everything goes well. Calculated, there are still five or six years left, which does not conflict. With the talent that Frandu praised, she will definitely be able to start teaching soon.

With this in mind, I spread out the paper to write a reply and read Fran's letter carefully.

"he?"

It should be "she".

Fran has also reached the age of carelessness.

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Chapter 6: Time of addiction

Hidi's room is different from most children's.

The broom floated, its front section emitting a soft light that illuminated the door.

Facing the door is a huge bookshelf. Unlike some of the decorations that adults like to put at home to show off their appearance, he has read every book on the bookshelf, and they are all about the theory and understanding of magic.

Unfortunately, most of them are made up by idlers, and the magicians' theories are often conflicting. There is only one row of manuscripts written by witches. They are extremely precious and are all magic theories summarized through practice.

Unfortunately, he could only take a look at it and be familiar with it, but there was no possibility of putting it into practice.

The broom floated quietly into the air, and the light illuminated other furnishings:

A wardrobe, a simple and even poor single bed, a small quilt with a dessert pattern and a bread-shaped pillow, which slightly exudes an air of innocence; a hanger for hanging pajamas, and everything else has been packed away It must be clean, there is no peculiar smell, and there is only a faint sweet fragrance floating in the room.

Simple and plain, completely different from his peers who care about private space.

Raising her hand to summon the wand, Xi Di felt the magic power that was always filling her body. The flowing power was undulating like a tide, but there was no way to release it. Fortunately, she had just bled out some time ago, so she wouldn't wake up in pain these days.

He skillfully cast a spell.

Magic has the characteristic of copying, and can achieve many incredible operations if the precision is sufficient.

After several years of research, Xidi developed the magic of reading and writing a few months ago.

Dots of fireflies lit up in the darkness, and the light purple magic light flickered, gathering in Xi Di's hand and condensing into a thin piece of paper.

Or rather, a photo.

She is a woman dressed as a magician, with gorgeous black hair hanging loose. As if looking up at the same angle, only the blue right eye and the charming tear mole can be seen.

After staring for a moment, the photo turned into points of light and disappeared.

Xidi got up, not wanting to take a shower, so she used cleaning magic, waved her wand, and a piece of sweet-smelling incense flew out of the cabinet, and the flame lit up and ignited.

The room filled with the smell of candy.

He needs this smell to fall asleep.

After undressing and undressing, she arranged the magician's attire, carefully hung it on the hanger, put on white silk pajamas, covered her with a small quilt, and fell asleep in a standard posture like eternal sleep.

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He often dreams, and if it is a nightmare, a lake or river will definitely appear.

Because of his alien bloodline, he remembered things very early. He could remember a few fragments of memories shortly after he was born, but he only remembered that as a baby, his brain was not fully developed and his thinking ability was close to zero.

A few fragments are: the turbid river water, the pungent and nauseating feeling when muddy water enters the nose, the witch's star medal, and a pair of glazed eyes like the sky after the rain.

In the memory that was blurred by time when he was young, and in the dream before the destruction of that country, he got clues about his life experience.

This is of course very difficult for a child. Fortunately, the creator of the dream finds him very interesting and says that he can fulfill his three wishes, only those that can be realized in the dream. She claims to know nothing about and has no interest in things outside the dream. .

His first wish was to know his past, so the Dream Maker found the woman who sold him.

The trafficker, who was having some kind of sweet dream, was very happy. He looked completely immersed in it and answered his question impatiently: "It's a witch with gray hair."

If there is no other news, it would be better to say that it is already rare for this sinful woman to remember such a small thing.

What a pity, so Xi Di turned around and left, and the woman was immersed in a happy dream again.

Xidi, who barely knew a few words, asked, "What is a witch?"

"They are the strongest among magicians."

So his second wish was, "I want to become a witch."

The owner of the dream—a woman whose face she couldn’t remember clearly—smiled and said, “Are you sure?”

"Ah."

So in the next period of time, he had the power of a witch.

"Where's the third wish? I'm leaving," she urged.

At this time, Xidi became curious about other things.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because it's funny, little guys like you don't come around that often."

"I know I have to pay for things. You helped me. How should I repay you?"

The young child asked persistently.

"No need. I have taken away so many lives. This level of desire is nothing to me, just like there are people outside who feed pigeons, cats and dogs with bread."

"Oh, then they must have a lot of bread."

As a young man, he didn't feel offended or ashamed, but rather embarrassed.

"I don't know those things... Well, my third wish is that I hope you can be happy too."

He didn't know if this was a wish.

Then he saw the woman bending her back with a smile, revealing the curved horns on her head, and even her bat-like wings were trembling.

In the light laughter, he was taken away by the gentle power. When he opened his eyes, he was in the home of his "adoptive father".

Now that I think about it, the adoptive father was probably not a good person. After all, a good person wouldn't buy a bunch of children and raise them in cages.

When I woke up, I still had an old broom and a short, dusty wooden stick at hand.

A voice told him he needed this.

Within a few minutes, he was able to skillfully use some simple magical powers, such as fire, ice, and lightning... During the experiment, he accidentally affected his companions around him, but they all remained silent and seemed to be sleeping. I don't mind.

Usually someone wakes them up at this point and teaches them some simple vocabulary. On the rare days when no one comes, it seems to be called... oh yes, "festival".

Is today also a holiday?

Forget it.

I felt like there were a lot of things in my head, and I felt dizzy. My memories for a long time after that were fuzzy.

Xinhou waved his magic wand, and when he came to his senses, the cage had been dismantled.

He was walking in the empty house. The house was very big. When he was tired from walking, he discovered that the broom could fly and it was very stable to sit on.

Something spoke softly in his head, telling him what to do, and he drifted back into confusion, twirling his wand around.

Huh, great. When I came to my senses this time, I didn't dismantle the cage where anyone was sleeping. I just dismantled most of the house. However, no one came to reprimand him. It should be something not worth paying attention to.

Where the house collapsed, there were several strange rooms, one was smelly, the floor was sticky and crawling with insects, and he burned it all with a fire.

There were many strange iron shelves erected in one room, and dark wood-like things were hanging on them, dangling.

There are a lot of things piled up in the last room, including many books with numbers and symbols, colorful paintings, and square pieces of paper—all of which contain words that are difficult to read...

I don't know what's the use.

Then he was hit in the foot by a large bag of things that fell next to him, which caused a little pain.

When I opened it, I found a bagful of golden things, which were very heavy and some of them looked unclean.

The voice in my head said it was a necessity.

But he found it too dirty and heavy, and worried that the old broom might break, so he only hung one bag.

The happiest thing was finding a place where food was piled. When he was in the cage, he often saw those people pushing a cart of bread.

Although he didn't know why there were so many friends sleeping there, he cared most about the soft, fragrant, pillow-like white bread compared to the people he had never spoken to.

He likes bread.